The bunker was dimmer than usual, the hum of the generator a lazy lullaby. I’d spent the last three hours patching up soldiers, my hands still smelled like antiseptic and sweat when Davis pushed through the door like he owned the damn place—which, let’s be honest, he did. He didn’t even knock. Just stood there in his fatigues, belt undone, eyes dragging over me like I was the last drop of water in a desert.
"You’re late," I said, tossing the bloodied gauze aside.
He smirked, boots hitting the floor one by one. "Had a meeting with the general. You know how it is."
I knew exactly how it was—endless reports, maps spread over tables, testosterone thickening the air. But now? Now the only thing thickening was something else entirely.
Davis didn’t waste time. One second I was adjusting the straps of my tank top, the next his hands were on my waist, yanking me against him. His mouth crashed into mine, teeth clashing, tongues tangling. I moaned into the kiss, fingers tangling in his short, dark hair, pulling just enough to make him groan.
Then his fingers were at the hem of my shirt, dragging it up. I broke the kiss long enough to rip it over my head, my bra following quickly. Davis’s hands cupped my breasts, thumbs circling my nipples until they were hard and aching. I gasped when he pinched, rolling his eyes up to meet mine.
"You’re fucking perfect," he growled, voice rough.
I grinned, shoving his jacket off his shoulders before attacking his belt. His pants hit the floor, his cock springing free, thick and already glistening at the tip. I licked my lips, dropping to my knees without hesitation.
Davis’s breath hitched as I wrapped my hand around his shaft, stroking once before leaning in to take him into my mouth. He was too big for me to take all the way at first, but I worked him, tongue swirling around his head, hollowing my cheeks as I took him deeper. His fingers tangled in my hair, guiding me, and when I hollowed my throat and swallowed around him, he cursed so loud it echoed off the bunker walls.
"You like that?" I murmured around his cock, pulling back just enough to speak.
"Fuck, yes," he bit out, hips jerking forward. I took him again, deeper this time, gagging a little before pulling back with a wet pop. Saliva dripped from his tip, and I swiped it up with my thumb before sucking it clean.
Davis yanked me up by my arms, crashing his mouth into mine again as he backed me toward the bed. My ass hit the mattress, and then he was on me, his body covering mine, his cock pressing against my entrance. I arched up, needing him inside me, but he wasn’t in a hurry.
Instead, he kissed his way down my body, lips and teeth grazing my collarbone, my nipples, my stomach, until his mouth was between my thighs. I gasped as his tongue flicked over my clit, slow and deliberate. He groaned against me, the vibration sending a shudder through my body.
"Fuck, you taste good," he muttered before diving back in, tongue lapping at me like he was starving. I moaned, my hands flying to his hair, nails scraping his scalp as he worked me over. His fingers joined in, two sliding inside me while his tongue circled my clit in tight, relentless strokes.
I was already close, my thighs trembling, my back arching off the bed. "Davis—oh God—"
"Come for me, Stella," he ordered, voice muffled against my pussy. "I want to feel you cream on my face."
The command sent me over the edge. My orgasm crashed into me, my body convulsing as I came, my fingers tightening in his hair so hard I was sure I’d left marks. Davis groaned, lapping at me through it, prolonging my pleasure until I was a trembling mess beneath him.
Then he was up, positioning himself between my legs, his cock nudging at my entrance. I spread my thighs wider, wrapping them around his waist as he pushed inside. He filled me completely, stretching me in the best way, and we both groaned at the sensation.
"Fuck, you’re tight," he grunted, pulling back before slamming into me again. I cried out, my nails raking down his back as he set a punishing rhythm, each thrust hitting that sweet spot inside me.
I could feel my second orgasm building already, my body wound tight, my breath coming in short, desperate gasps. Davis’s mouth found mine, kissing me hard as he fucked me, his cock driving into me with relentless precision.
"Stroke your clit," he ordered, voice rough. "I want to feel you come around my cock."
I didn’t hesitate. My hand slipped between us, fingers finding my clit as Davis fucked me harder, his balls slapping against my ass with every thrust. The pressure built, my body coiling tighter and tighter until I was right on the edge.
"Come with me," I begged, my voice breathless. "Please, Davis—"
He groaned, his rhythm faltering as he bottomed out inside me, his cock pulsing as he came. I followed him over the edge, my body clenching around him as I came again, my orgasm ripping through me like a storm. Davis buried his face in my neck, muffling his groan as he emptied himself inside me, his cock twitching with each pulse.
We stayed like that for a long moment, our breathing ragged, our bodies slick with sweat. Davis finally pulled out, rolling onto his back beside me, his chest rising and falling rapidly.
I turned my head to look at him, my lips curving into a satisfied smile. "So," I said, trailing a finger down his chest. "Was the general worth it?"
Davis barked out a laugh, pulling me against him. "Not even close."